love is a confusing magician,
creating fairy tales out of real life
and catching us up in the ride.
kitchens are the scenes of
epic love stories, long highways
witness great battles and triumphs.
the plot runs away with us
and we drive into the sunset,
unable to see past the glare.
you are a long full chord
strummed slowly, and i'm a tall
singing melody in complement.
who knows where this road
will lead us? only that what meets us
in the end will be lovely.